etude 2

towers spreading out

bursting like cosmic rays

running through the city like faultlines

waiting to come down

like so many paper planes

the absence of light

was the real damper

clothes air-laundered and fresh

but with a heavy layer of monoxide

and coffee and piss


crushing bone to paste

crushing beans, flour, rent

crushing the crux of most days of most purpose

cowboyed, contour of a status quo version of a ford of a slaughter

turned more acute

turned more accurate